Robin Bateau, Gregory Hines, Tony Randall, Paul Newman
Some of my proudest work, turning these icons into the belles of the fundraising ball for The Hole in the Wall Gang, Paul Newman’s charity c 2001.
We were asked to donate the tits and ass, which we proudly did. Not bad, right?
This was when the business was fun and interesting, before entitled nepo kids started demanding, “yeah, we need a pull, we have 4 women, and we want 3 bras each for them, and we do not have their sizes, so we’ll need a run, and we need them in an hour, and we’ll return them in 3 weeks after we’ve abused the crap out of every bra trying to make it fit the G cups, and I do not have a credit card so don’t ask.”
One year the Metrpolitan Opera “borrowed” $90,000 in merch, and only bought $100 from all that. It’s a miracle we didn’t go bankrupt before now.
A business that caters to a fickle and finicky clientele, who hate to spend money, and have zero qualms about abusing people and merchandise, is doomed to fail.
Granted, it took 25 years, and that is only because of my generous and kind nature and desire to be helpful and useful.
And now, I have no desire to be helpful or useful for a while.
Give my regards to broadway
